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Ever felt so consumed by miserableness that the world around you becomes a blurry haze?
I sat on the bed. Attention on the phone screen. My eyes lingered on the words as I stared at it in silence. My expressions turned blank.
Ever fallen from great heights of desires carelessly. knowing no one would be there to catch you?
I felt my heart clenched tightly seeing the news that had set the internet on fire. As suddenly tears started streaming down on from my face like a waterfall cascadaing onto the phone screen.
The whole Social media is abuzz with posts of "Zaryaansh and NYC's renowned Top model, Aliya Arora, spotted together at an exclusive high-society party. Romance blossoms!!"
As I zoomed in on the picture, My eyes fixed on his hand resting on the model's waist, and a sharp pang of pain and jealousy shot through my chest.
Rumors of their dating are spreading like wildfire. the news feels like a crushing blow - as if someone just placed a heavy boulder on my heart, making it difficult for my heart to pump blood normally.
The faint glimmer of hope that i held onto, that one chance, all seemed to disintegrating into thin air like dust that never existed.
I scrolled through the comments, A chorus of opinions assaulting me from all the sides.
Some fans were over the moon, shipping them with their digital hearts overflowing with joy. While on the other hand, others seethed with anger, mostly furious girls convinced she's not worthy.
The evening's cool, gloomy air seeped in through the window. Enveloping my motionless body in its sorrowful grips.
Soon enough my body surrendered to the weight of my emotions, sinking onto the bed as if drawn by an invisible force. My gaze drifted upward, lost in the emptiness of the ceiling.
Tears continue to fell like autumn rain, vanishing into the tangled depths of my hair.
My phone rang incessantly, buzzing with a constant stream of messages and calls, but I lay motionless, my gaze fixed blankly on the ceiling. I was lost in a world of my own thoughts, my mind a thousand miles away, adrift in a sea of emotions.
The noise and chaos of the outside world faded into the background as i surrendered to the turmoil within me. Thoughts swirled, emotions churned, and I couldn't move, couldn't escape, couldn't breathe.
I was trapped in my own mind, drowning in the depths of my own heartache.
He said I belong to him, that he owns me. But does he truly? I feel so foolish for clinging to that sliver ray of hope.
Last night, I let myself imagine a future with him, unaware of the harsh reality. Because the truth is, I've been his since the moment I first laid eyes on him. But the real question is, will he ever be mine? I've been his from the start, yet he's never truly been mine.
